Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Peter. Do you mean that, Margaret?

Mar. I think we'll wait a little, Peter. You've other things to think of now.

Peter. You said that when I started studying.

Mar. I say it again now when you're starting electioneering.

Peter (losing temper). And after that there'll be something else and something after that, and so on, till Doomsday 'ull see us still unmarried. I begin to think you never mean to marry me.

Mrs. G. It's about time you did begin to think it, too.

Mar. (suffering). Oh, Peter, why won't you understand?

Peter. Because you're not reasonable. (Slight pause.) Tell me this. Do you think I'm not fit for Parliament?

Mar. (painfully). Yes, dear. I do.

Peter (roughly). Don't call me dear. If that's the way you talk, you're not dear to me.